Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8483 8483: Attacking the island (1)

The swift spread of the Ghostwind bandits' comeback in the martial world echoed across the whole blood sea realm in record time. It became clear to all that Zou Xiao had swiftly reorganized the Ghostwind bandits. Moreover, he had crushed two thousand independent cultivator squads one after another. This development threw every sect in the blood sea realm into utter chaos. None had foreseen Zou Xiao's immense power, allowing him to rebuild the Ghostwind bandits so rapidly.

Naturally, the sects had launched probes into Zou Xiao's background. Yet, their efforts yielded nothing, as they remained clueless about his origins. The only fact they grasped was his initial emergence on the blood Lake island under the blood slaughter sect. At first, he knew nothing of the Ghostwind bandits. He had been dispatched by them for the blood sacrifice, but ultimately, he slaughtered them all and claimed the Ghostwind ghost flag. With that, he revived the Ghostwind bandits.

Not everyone dismissed suspicions linking Zou Xiao's identity to the blood slaughter sect. Still, deeper inquiries revealed that his techniques belonged to a system named Shen Ji. This system served as the core technique, brimming with infinite variations. It carried the mark of an ancient legacy. Thus, many theorized that Zou Xiao was a rogue cultivator who had stumbled upon an ancient inheritance before surfacing on the blood Lake island.

But what exactly was this so-called divine legacy? Why had it never surfaced in any records? Reports claimed he had slain a legacy disciple of the dark ghost sect without relying on the sinister Wind Ghost flag. Plus, his power had ascended to the art-refining realm. Such details led other sects to reject any ties to the bloody massacre sect.

Disciples of the blood massacre sect honed their path through relentless killing intent. This legacy allowed no alterations. Besides, no tales existed of such a youthful powerhouse within the blood massacre sect. Reaching that stage in the Dharma refinement realm marked one as a true master in any sect.

Ultimately, sects dropped their doubts about the blood slaughter sect after spies relayed news: the blood slaughter sect itself was probing Zou Xiao's roots and plotting his elimination. They even readied forces to strike at him.

Now, with Zou Xiao having fled the blood slaughter sect's domain into the dark ghost sect's lands, they had squandered their prime opportunity. The dark ghost sect and blood slaughter sect had long harbored deep enmity. While they might tolerate outsiders entering their territory to target Zou Xiao, they would never permit blood slaughter sect members to do the same. In essence, the blood slaughter sect had let their golden moment slip away.

While the world scrambled to uncover Zou Xiao's secrets, Zhao Hai had already guided the yin Wind Ghost bandits to an island controlled by the dark ghost sect. He had purged the tracking aura from his form. Though removing it proved challenging, as a venomous insect master, he handled the venomous insect aura with ease. Hence, Zhao Hai faced no risk of detection by foes.

The Ghostwind bandits had swelled to more than five hundred members. He had wiped out two bands of unaffiliated cultivators. True, those bands had formed hastily. Yet, after dismantling the initial one, Zhao Hai had only slain part of the next. The survivors were forced to yield.

Surrender came with strict terms this round. Only refinement realm masters retained their ranks; other yielding cultivators ranked below the original recruits. They had to bow to the first wave upon sight. In spoils distribution, they received lesser shares than pioneers, unless standout efforts in future clashes boosted their standing.

Veterans accepted this treatment without protest, as did the fresh arrivals. Zhao Hai held absolute authority in the Ghostwind bandits' affairs. His word was law, and opposition was forbidden. Defiers faced a single fate from him—death.

After executing several dissenters in a row, the group settled into obedience. They realized this boss, who often appeared with narrowed eyes, wasn't one to trifle with. He truly wielded the power to end lives. Thus, Zhao Hai's command reigned supreme in the Ghostwind bandits. None dared flout his directives, lest they meet a fatal end.

This iron rule ensured that, as Zhao Hai directed them toward assaulting a dark ghost sect island, despite their terror, no one resisted. They lurked on the island's edge, silently awaiting his signal to charge. Fear mingled with thrill on their faces.

What were they, after all? Rogue cultivators. Spotting big sect disciples stirred envy or dread in them. Even bold strikes against sect members targeted only outer or peripheral ones. They shunned registered or core disciples, let alone prodigies. Attacking a dark ghost sect island now ignited boundless excitement within them.

Darkness gradually enveloped the sky. Zhao Hai eyed the silent island ahead. He understood that, while cultivators could forgo sleep for extended periods, most rested at night unless practicing rare techniques. So, island inhabitants typically slumbered then, when defenses slackened most. This made it ideal for assault. Yet, unlike the ghost market—a trading hub devoid of its lord year-round—this island stood as an inner sanctum of the yin ghost sect, closed to outsiders. Such sites usually hosted an island owner who erected formations. Storming it meant bracing for battle against that owner's caliber.

Zhao Hai glanced at his followers and spoke gravely, "Get ready. No one is allowed to act alone. If anyone dares to run around, don't blame me for being merciless. Also, this time, we are going to attack this Island, and we will face the opponent's Island Lord. We must gather all our strength. Otherwise, none of us will be able to escape. However, as long as we defeat the opponent's Island Lord, everything on this Island will be ours. So, we must unite."

All answered in unison. Zhao Hai eyed them and continued deeply, "Previously, when we were just established, even though we destroyed two groups of rogue cultivators, no one paid much attention to it. But after this, we will definitely be famous in the world. Of course, we will also face the revenge of the dark ghost sect after this. However, it will not be easy for the dark ghost sect to find us. We will do a few things here at the dark ghost sect and then go to other sects. Hahaha, we, the dark wind bandits, will dominate the world. What ten great sects? We're going to clean them all up."

Zhao Hai's words stirred the group; though fear lingered, excitement overshadowed it—a wild, unmatched thrill that surged through them like never before. "From today onwards, we're going to make the Ghostwind bandits famous. However, there's one place that we're definitely not going to, and that's the bloody massacre sect. We're definitely not going there."

The bandits stared at Zhao Hai, puzzled. They couldn't grasp his reasoning. Both the dark ghost sect and bloody massacre sect ranked among the top ten. Why assault the dark ghost sect without hesitation, yet spare the bloody massacre sect? What drove this choice?

Noting their confusion, Zhao Hai offered a wry smile. "It's not that I don't want to deal with the blood slaughter sect, but there's no way to do so. The blood slaughter sect has improved the protective formation on all of their islands. Back then, the 13 Family Alliance used their Sen Luo Palace, but they still couldn't break through the protective formation on an island. I'm afraid we won't be able to break through it even if we go. When the experts of the blood slaughter sect arrive, we'll be finished. So, let's not deal with the blood slaughter sect. The people from that sect are all crazy."

Nods rippled through the crowd at Zhao Hai's explanation. That cleared it up—they hadn't realized. But with his stance clear, they fell in line instantly. Zhao Hai regarded them and declared firmly, "Rest for two hours. After two hours, we'll start on time. Before that, no one is allowed to move. If anyone dares to do so, don't blame me for being impolite, understand?"

A resounding affirmation echoed back. Zhao Hai scanned them once more and added gravely, "Alright, go and rest." They acknowledged and settled into meditation, aiming to restore peak fighting form. Zhao Hai had stressed that, despite joint efforts in the raid, contributions would vary. Greater input meant richer rewards; lesser meant slimmer picks. Thanks to the cold wind Ghost flag, he could track each individual's role. Rewards would follow merit, spurring them to greater zeal.

Two hours vanished swiftly. The group rose and clustered around Zhao Hai. He appraised them and nodded. "Alright, since everyone has rested well, I have nothing more to say. Let's move." With that, he flourished the sinister Wind Ghost flag. Black clouds billowed forth, enshrouding all. Then, they soared skyward. Moments later, they hovered over the blood sea. Night had fully claimed the heavens. The target island lay hushed, sunk in apparent slumber. Zhao Hai fixed it with a cold smirk, then commanded deeply, "Attack!" He swung the ghost flag again. Dark vapors roiled, shaping into a massive black blade in an instant. Stretching thirty meters and semi-transparent, it pulsed with eerie ghostly energy, exuding an otherworldly menace. The blade then hurtled toward the island!